Mosslit Great Cavern—this was the place where the Chosen Ones first arrived. The Mordor orcs entrenched themselves here, even deploying heavily armored trolls to guard it. When Gandalf and his group advanced toward this location, Blademaw personally came to ambush them. Back then, the Chosen Ones were newcomers and clueless about the situation, thinking maybe this was just how the world worked. But Gandalf, being a local sage, found it odd.
What exactly makes this cavern so important to Sauron?
Did Blademaw show up simply because it was a rare chance to assassinate the core members of the Alliance of Light, or was there some other reason—like protecting secrets the Alliance must never uncover?
This question spun around Gandalf’s mind for days. After he finally cleared his schedule, he set out alone to investigate Mosslit Great Cavern.
As soon as he arrived, he knew something was off. With Blademaw dead, all the monsters in the cavern should’ve scattered. But when Gandalf got there, he found that the ones who’d run off had snuck back in.
If they didn’t have a reason they absolutely couldn’t ignore, why would they risk their necks coming back?
Feeling uneasy, Gandalf snuck around, trying every trick he knew, and finally managed to slip into the deepest part of the cavern without alerting the enemy. The moment he reached the bottom, his magical glow turned completely green. No doubt about it—there was a powerful dark force lurking here. Judging by the intensity of the green light, Gandalf knew it had to be a big boss with insanely strong magical energy.
Gandalf’s magic detection was like lighting a torch in the wild darkness. When you spot someone, they spot you right back—and probably see you even clearer. So Gandalf wisely bailed early, fighting tooth and nail to escape from the cavern.
First, he rushed to the Golden Forest to inform Lord Elrond, laying out all the risks. Then, without missing a beat, he hurried to Silvermoon Woods. Gandalf knew Lord Elrond alone wasn’t enough muscle—they needed a real heavyweight, plus a whole squad to steamroll the place. That’s just common sense.
Now, the heavy hitters were on the move.
Rumble rumble—hooves pounding, the elven knights charge forth once again. With fewer monsters lurking in the cavern this time, Lord Elrond decides to go big or go home. He waves his hand and sends out a force five times larger than before. Don’t be fooled by the number—just five hundred riders, but each one is as tough as the Sparta Squad from Steelbull City. If you need a miracle on the battlefield, these are the guys you call—Elrond’s ace brigade.
These elven knights are the kind of elite troops that can single-handedly turn the tide of battle. But this time, their spotlight gets stolen faster than a donut in the office break room. As they gallop out of the Golden Forest and reach the rendezvous point, the woods start sparkling with mysterious light and a powerful aura spreads out. The elves’ steeds immediately get twitchy and restless.
“That’s—the Unicorn Knight Brigade!” Lord Elrond squints, practically doing a double-take. “Galadriel herself showed up. Now that’s an HR escalation.”
Whoosh! Like divine cavalry descending from the heavens, three hundred unicorns burst out of the forest. These mystical, holy creatures have hung out with gods since ancient times, then slowly faded from public view—humans even thought they’d gone extinct. Only the elven higher-ups know there’s still a herd left in Silvermoon Woods. Okay, they’re not purebred unicorns—their horns have shrunk a bit—but they’re way stronger and smarter than any warhorse. If you ever need to upgrade your company vehicle, this is what you want in the parking lot.
The Unicorn Knight Brigade is Galadriel’s royal guard—think of them as the executive security detail, but with more sparkles and less paperwork.
If the royal guard is here, you can bet their queen is leading the charge herself. No outsourcing, no remote work—Galadriel’s all in.
In the hazy glow, Galadriel shows up in full battle gear—a rare sight, like your boss actually wearing a suit—riding the most purebred unicorn straight up to Lord Elrond.
“Good day, esteemed lady. If even you’ve come out, Mithrandir must’ve really leveled up his negotiation skills.” Lord Elrond bows to his mother-in-law, then scans the crowd. “Where’s Mithrandir? Did he get benched because he can’t ride the company unicorn?”
Everyone knows unicorns only let pure maidens near them. This mixed-blood herd isn’t quite so snobby—the maiden-only rule isn’t as strict—but they still aren’t fans of dudes. So naturally, the Unicorn Knight Brigade is all-female. HR policy: No boys allowed.
“Gandalf really can’t ride unicorns, but he didn’t fall behind. He’s… well, he’s flying. Guess he’s got that executive travel package.”